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On a shelf in the attic covered
thick with dust lies a journal
with pages unread,
It holds such secrets not one
a lie penned by a woman
now dead.
“I loved him immensely”
ink barely legible was
scribbled on a aging sheet,
I conceived his child the night we
made love out on the freshly cut wheat.
Stars like gems lit up the
night sky as he declared
his undying love,
“Forever yours” is what he
promised his voice cooing
like a dove.
I believed in his words
and I took them to heart
not doubting him for a second,
My life was his, I lived to please,
I ran whenever he beckoned.
Till one evening as I went for a walk
breathing in the fragrant sweet air,
I heard these words whispered ever so
sweetly, “Forever yours my darling Claire”.
My eyes did not deceive me as I saw
her in your arms, as you gently
caressed her skin,
Your lips moved from her forehead
slowly to her lips and then
slightly touched her chin.
It was more then I could bear
as I felt my swollen stomach
growing with the seed you
had planted,
I looked upon your face and
my soul filled with hate as
I realized that you took
me for granted.
I ran to the barn and grabbed
my father’s gun you had to
pay for your deception,
In one weeks time I attended
a funeral instead of our
wedding reception.
A terrible accident is what it
was deemed, “He shot himself
while cleaning his gun”,
Years later I’m now raising
our daughter, and no one
has ever found out what I’ve done.
© Lisa Ann DiNunzio
April 6, 2002
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